songs for keeping the watch: night 09

dear is certainty, & dearer still: it is a long watch (a near thing
creeping, a fear, i fend), a night of years, a silence. let it stand.

one factor only to divide sublime from abject terror & one find that wards
& skews the time, that makes of void a playing field. not delight. how

fine one beats the gold, a trick of light: dimension disappearing. all but
time. a thin thing here to cling to, love, a photon out of phase, a

cross-hatched shade in which to lay down grips & wait. with heft of pebble
in the hand i fling a calling cadence (parabola of pattern; arc in code:

the salt of you reagent) on the glass (the trace you leave in passing) as
a tell, a following patter. to live in one's belief is still to live.

against a subjunctive desire lay an ontological certainty. light a fire.